LOOKBOOK

_1/vws

Very white two-piece suite. Short jacket with pronounced shoulders and pointy flaps. One white pearl middle button. Wide flare pants with two darts that end as the knees to empathise every single movement. Peaks slightly white gold chain _8/chain/.

_6/ff.uniform

Short practical white faux-fur cardigan with a very long belt. Extra high-waisted pants with no waistband. Two front pockets with a clean sexy back. Made in a shiny black “stripe textured” wool.

_9/n_shirt/

Long-sleeved black shirt in transparent silk. The sleeve has enough length so the cuff is always visible, designed for cufflinks but can be worn without. Matching in harmonious movement with the high-waisted tailored trousers in black satin mid-weight viscose from _10/vns/.

_5/gloves

Gloves are used as an accessory which firmly compliments every look. Black soft lamb nappa. Regular fit with an unfinished raw edge cut. Made for an easy and comfortable fit. Designed in 2 different lengths.

_4/llj

Long extra light nappa jacket. Second-skin feeling due to no lining. Long belt to define the silhouette if so desired. No buttons to empathise the brightening leather's treatment. Wide straight cut cracked leather pants to match the look. Sexy yoke with just one back pocket.

_3/under

_8/chain/

48cm or 18,9 inches in diverse ways of unions forming a unique chain. Unions depend on individual taste. Every necklace is unique. Made in 925 silver and bathed and plated in rhodium, better known as white gold.

_10/vns

Very night suite. High crossed one button jacket with pronounced shoulder pads. High-waisted flare pants, modern 70’s silhouette. Very long semitransparent shirt made from transparent "second-skin" silk as seen in 9_/n_shirt. Contrasting different tonalities of black to create depths by layers.

Dear Lover,
Your naked neck, your
neck all naked is what
I am condemned
to think about today. We gripped hands
so tightly
under the table
when I kissed you
for the second time, we made a poet
before you even knew
my full name. Today
I understand
why when they speak of love
the whole room turns
silent; the whole room turns
silent and everybody agrees
that love can bend
spoons. On the second
night, you kissed away
old bruises; you left my skin
curious again. Do you remember when
on the third day, the sand
dried on our skins and in our hair, from under
half-lazy eyes I watched patiently
the sun’s last rays wrap themselves
around your golden lips. I am condemned
to think only of your naked
hands on my naked
neck. Your hands
are the shape and weight
of the confident hands of Greek sculptures.